Before I was reborn, I was cold toward him. You could even say I hated him. I'm a straight man, and I thought I could never fall for him. It wasn't until he left that I slowly came to my senses. That night, I rode my beloved electric scooter to find him. On the way, I thought about so many things. Like the rain pouring down, all my memories of how I'd treated him came flooding back, and I regretted it more than anything. Just as I was lost in thought, there was a huge truck up ahead. By the time I reacted, it was too late. The truck slammed straight into me, sending me flying more than a meter. As I flew through the air, I knew I was done for. But I was so unwilling to die. I hadn't even told him how I felt, and now I was leaving. If I ever got another chance, I would definitely say those four words to him: "I like you."
